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Want to save people?

What a beautiful thought!

In response, they deliberately shouted mockingly, "Chase them! Chase them all! Don't let a single one escape! Bring them all back! Not only will those people give you money, but I'll also raise the stakes: one kid is worth 10,000 Lungmen Dollars! I'll protect you if anything happens. Go all out and chase them! Don't come back if you don't catch them!"

Those who had initially softened their stance because the other person was a child instantly perked up, their faces beaming with smiles beneath their masks.

One little devil is worth 10,000 LMD, plus the 3,000 LMD bounty, so four little devils are worth a total of 52,000 LMD!! Even if you went to work, it would take at least a year. One day is worth a year, where in the world is there such a good thing?! Moreover, we are eliminating a scourge for the people, this is a heroic deed! We can earn enough money and also enrich our future employment resume with the reputation of protecting our country and driving out the infected.

To bravely confront and successfully subdue the cunning and treacherous infected in order to protect his classmates—this record alone would allow him to roam freely in the legitimate Ursus Empire, the Colombian Federation, and other countries, essentially granting him an invitation to a wonderful life.

Even though these infected individuals are just children under ten years old, it doesn't matter; infection doesn't discriminate by age.

The new college students at Longmen kept hypnotizing themselves, giving their actions a righteous name and deceiving their conscience.

Finally, a thin man from the Pero tribe took the lead and ran off, and the rest of the group followed in the direction the little devils were running.

How could I possibly let you keep all this money for yourself?!

The scattered crowd ran wildly, like hunting dogs that had caught the scent of food, sprinting for their lives. Falling behind meant missing out on food, and most importantly, no one wanted to see others have food, even if it meant going hungry themselves.

"you--"

Anxious, she tried to stop the others, but a large creature was still haunting her, preventing her from leaving.

"good very good."

An Suo bit the dagger with her teeth and took out the hook lock wrapped around her waist with her left hand; she was going to fight to the death.

With red eyes, the girl forgot about the pain in her right arm, her mind filled with the desire to fight due to the excessive adrenaline.

The flying hooks and chains bound the first college student among the new students of Longmen who was running to catch up. An Suo pulled him violently towards her. The thin college student, whose neck was tightly bound by chains, had no way to resist this blow. An Suo's face was gloomy. She took the opportunity to step back and used the flesh shield she had pulled to block the punch swung by the Fengti tribe's strong man.

"Bang!!"

The fist, encased in iron armor, tore through the air, its blow collapsing the Pelo student's chest and back.

The man, driven by momentary greed, nearly bulged his eyes out of their sockets. He couldn't even utter a word; fragments of his internal organs mixed with blood flowed from his mouth, drowning out his cries of agony.

The burly Fengti tribesman nonchalantly pulled his iron hand from the man's shattered sternum. He shook off the sticky blood and flesh-stained cloth from his hands and strode past the dying man. He didn't care, he didn't mind; after all, the person An Suo had dragged over to be stabbed wasn't his boss.

He wouldn't have done this if it weren't for the money.

Since you've chosen to do this, then stop trying to find excuses to cover up your evil.

If you do something wrong, you do something wrong.

"interesting."

The fact that An Suo indirectly caused the death of one member of the Lungmen newcomer group didn't anger the young masters; instead, it made them even more interested in An Suo. They had been with many women, but never with one as courageous and fearless as this... even if she was an infected.

"Xiao Bao, bring her back. This time the reward will be doubled."

The young master's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

The burly man from the Fengti tribe paused slightly, then sighed softly, as if making a concession to himself.

The next moment, he suddenly tilted his head back, doubling his charging speed, and attacked the hidden rope directly!

She cursed inwardly. There was no need to hesitate; a head-on charge was out of the question. She could only retreat. But where could she retreat to?

With nowhere to retreat, An Suo narrowed his eyes and, at the critical moment, swung the grappling hook in his left hand again! But this time, instead of grabbing someone to use as a human shield, he tied himself to the pillar connecting to the eaves and suddenly hooked himself to the side, his feet quickly leaving the ground.

"Boom-!!"

The burly man from the Fengti tribe charged forward and crashed into the unassuming house with a deafening roar, like an earthquake. To his surprise, the house didn't collapse. With his iron armor and unparalleled strength, he could easily overturn even an off-road vehicle traveling at 180 miles per hour; nothing could stop him.

The hidden rope hanging from the roof beam made her left hand go numb from the shock. She gritted her teeth and decisively gave up the hook in her left hand.

An Suo flipped over, braced his feet on the eaves, and leaped down from a height of three meters, delivering a powerful flying kick to the head of the Fengti tribesman.

The burly man, whose body was paralyzed from the impact, noticed the attack from the hidden rope, but instead of retreating, he adjusted his direction and used the horns on his head to ram the rope!

The strongest horns of the Fungti tribe, and the toughest legs of the Catter tribe.

The two came into contact, and a faint, loud cracking sound could be heard echoing through the air.

"Click——"

An Suo tumbled through the air and crashed to the ground like a rag doll that had been thrown around, curling up in pain.

The Fengti tribe bodyguard wasn't much better off; his neck was kicked to the side by Ansuo, leaving him in a backward-leaning position.

If it weren't for his armor supporting him, he would have lost his balance and fallen to the ground long ago.

The two remained in that awkward position for almost two minutes without reacting, which greatly annoyed the young men watching from a distance. However, they dared not approach; none of them wanted to be the next unlucky victim to have their chest pierced.

"crunch..."

With a chilling cracking sound, the burly Fengti tribesman, who had been lying back in a daze, regained consciousness from his brief unconsciousness. He slowly raised his head, twisted his neck, and another series of cracking sounds rang out.

Known for their perseverance and brute strength, the Fungti men used their muscular power to forcefully raise their upper bodies and stand firmly.

The young men exchanged glances, then cheered. Nothing could have made them happier. It felt like gambling on a horse race, where their chosen horse had pulled off a stunning comeback at the crucial moment, winning the race and bringing them immense prestige.

What could be more awesome than this?!

"Crunch, crunch -"

However, the cracking of bones did not stop; instead, it became more and more frequent.

The horns of the strong Fengti tribe man showed signs of cracking, with the cracks spreading in all directions until they eventually broke into pieces.

He let out a piercing howl. Compared to the hard shell, the nerve-rich growth layer at the base of the horns connecting to his head was undoubtedly causing excruciating pain. This pain was unbearable; his eyes were red from high blood pressure, and foul breath spewed from his nostrils.

"Ha ha……"

An Suo could no longer feel the presence of his right arm and left leg; along with the loss of pain, his sense of sensation also disappeared.

She finally managed to open her eyes and see clearly what was in front of her. She staggered to her feet, leaning against a wall, with all her weight on her right leg.

An Suo's all-out attack failed to inflict a concussion on her opponent. Even if she won, there were still about ten of them surrounding her. Her grappling hook was still hanging from the roof beam, making it virtually impossible to retrieve, and she lacked the strength to jump up.

Ruined.

It's over. Even if you wanted to escape, there was no chance.

An Suo shakily removed the dagger she had been tightly gripping. The hilt of the short knife was sticky from the blood she had vomited, and she had unconsciously bitten it until it bled. Her internal organs felt like they were rotting away; just maintaining consciousness was taking all her strength. She wanted to vomit, she wanted to cry. Why did she have to suffer like this?

The girl lowered her head in deep thought, and the images that surfaced in her hazy consciousness told her the reason.

All the suffering I have endured, all the misfortunes I have witnessed, and all the things I have hated.

This is why she didn't abandon the children and run away immediately.

If it were that renowned master thief, An Suo, he could easily escape alone and gracefully retreat from the encirclement of twenty people, right?

But if that's the case... even she wouldn't forgive herself for doing that.

"Are you still going to resist?"

The Fengti tribe bodyguard, barely suppressing his descent into madness, asked.

He worried that he might punch the rabbit to death, which would anger his employer and cause him to refuse to pay him.

"I……"

An Suo held up his dagger, staring directly at the burly Fengti tribe man who was going berserk because he had lost his proud horns.

"I can play with you all day long."

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"Sister Dragon! Sister Dragon! Where are you! Help me—Sister Misha! Sister Misha!!"

The boy is running.

His voice echoed in the empty street, but no one responded; only the sound of footsteps continued to be heard.

It wasn't just the sound of his footsteps; the hurried sounds were like thousands of people running at the same time, at least in the child's world.

He dared not turn around, because his sister had told him not to.

If only he had listened from the beginning, if only he had run away the moment he saw Sister An Su rush forward, perhaps Sister An Su could have escaped on her own. But he didn't dare; he was terrified. His legs wouldn't obey him, his vision was blurry, and the sounds he heard were indistinct.

What happened to the other three children?

he does not know.

The children scattered from the start, none of them knowing where to go, so each ran in whatever direction they thought was best. It seems one child, having fallen and injured himself at the beginning, couldn't run fast enough and was caught by those who caught up with him.

Did the child call for help? The boy had no memory of it; all he could think about was escaping, escaping quickly, escaping fast...

But where to escape to?

The boy's disordered breathing suddenly stopped, as if a stone had struck his chest. The forgotten heaviness materialized and pressed down on his shoulders, making his steps grow smaller and smaller. He ran and ran, then could no longer run, and began to walk, finally standing there blankly.

It seems there's nowhere to accommodate them.

Even in such a filthy slum, these children without parents have nowhere to go.

They basically lived a life of sharing meals from everyone they met, moving among some of the kind-hearted infected individuals and offering them the hard-won food. They would take small bites of the black bread, waiting for it to soften with saliva before eating it, otherwise, with their underdeveloped teeth, they would inevitably chip a few teeth while biting down. They were also very sensible, trying their best not to cause trouble for others and doing what they could within their capabilities.

Most of the infected people in Lungmen slum support and help each other, offering assistance when someone is in particular difficulty.

If everyone only cares about themselves, then it's impossible to persevere, since everyone has moments of sudden collapse. A helping hand extended at such times, offering help in times of need, is far more valuable than adding to someone's success; this is how connections are built.

Now, that connection is broken.

Sister Dragon is not here.

Misha isn't here.

The conman uncle is not here.

Sister Ansuo stayed there alone for them.

The boy looked up. He was born and raised in the slums; the intricate slums were his only home. After living there for so many years, this was the first time he felt his surroundings were unfamiliar, the first time he felt... the world was so small, so small that it couldn't even accommodate a child like him.

"Got you."

The boy was roughly forced to the ground, his tender cheek scraping against the uneven, rough road surface, leaving a trail of blood.

The man who had pinned the child to the ground adjusted his glasses; he was none other than Huang Laogou, the leader of this new generation of Dragon Gate students.

Old Huang didn't expect to have an unexpected gain when he rushed over. He happened to hear the kid's cries for help and also heard news of his primary target, whom he had been longing for—Misha!

Old Huang valued the 100,000 Lungmen Dollars reward, but he also coveted the opportunity to curry favor with the powerful figures behind the scenes after completing the mission. After all, it was such a large company; if he could infiltrate it, future wealth and glory were assured—a golden opportunity he couldn't afford to miss!

"Tell me! Where did she run off to? Don't be ungrateful! You brat!"

Old Huang pressed down on the boy's head with one hand and used the other to pin the boy's hand behind his back.

The boy didn't speak; he was like a puppet, letting the other person bury his face in the ground, his mouth full of the smell of mud.

He couldn't hear what the person pressing down on him was saying; the sounds he received were muffled, and a buzzing sound escaped from his head. He spat out a mouthful of muddy water.

Footsteps.

The footsteps weren't as heavy.

He was forced to press his ear against the ground and heard the footsteps.

The boy struggled to lift his head, and in the sunlight, he saw taut, upright brown rabbit ears.

—And a pair of furious blue eyes.

Chapter 239 I Understand (4K)

Twenty minutes ago.

The slums outside Longmen.

Under Kal'tsit's guidance, Amiya successfully gathered the contracted Blacksteel International agents and the employees of Penguin Logistics.

Just as Amiya was preparing to start filming "Where Did the Doctor Go Season 1", she received a call from Senior Superintendent Chen of the Lungmen Guard Bureau.

"The mission for Rhodes Island is to search for recently unregistered infected individuals in the Lungmen slums and hand them over to the Lungmen Guard Bureau."

Superintendent Chen's communication style was always simple and direct, consisting of three steps: issuing the order, asking if it could be completed—if yes, it was yes; if no, it wasn't. After confirming that Rhodes Island could complete the task independently, she hung up… This was the third and final step.

"Is Rhodes Island useless without tactical leaders?"

This was Lungmen's response when Amiya suggested prioritizing finding the Doctor before collaborating.

In other words, Lungmen has no intention of providing resources to search for the missing Rhodes Island personnel.